[ Well, ladies who are made of glass are usually quite transparent about it. I'm sorry for this pun.
She meets his lips with teeth and ferocity, thighs tightening around his sides as she matches his pace. Scorching desire ripples through her limbs, her stomach, her hips, burns from the inside. Her free hand drags across his back, shoulder to shoulder, nails dug in. A very dim awareness of everything outside of herself keeps her hand high, though, high enough up that she should be clear of the wound.
When she finally breaks away to catch a breath, moaning, she breathes heavily and puts her forehead to his temple, cooing his name against his skin. ]
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Well, ladies who are made of glass are usually quite transparent about it. I'm sorry for this pun.She meets his lips with teeth and ferocity, thighs tightening around his sides as she matches his pace. Scorching desire ripples through her limbs, her stomach, her hips, burns from the inside. Her free hand drags across his back, shoulder to shoulder, nails dug in. A very dim awareness of everything outside of herself keeps her hand high, though, high enough up that she should be clear of the wound.
When she finally breaks away to catch a breath, moaning, she breathes heavily and puts her forehead to his temple, cooing his name against his skin. ]